Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Secret of a Daffodil
I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet
What secrets do you hold?
I heard you whispering
Just as you called to Persephone
Am I distracted by your beauty
Waiting for Hades to snatch me away
Or am I the kidnapper
Of my own destiny?
Narcissus whispers sweetly
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’
And bobs his yellow head
In the soft, spring breeze.
Mabh Savage 